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This Town
Railroad whistle blowing And I hear it, I hear it, Though I'm not listening The rain, rain; wind is blowing And I see it, I see it In the tree tops glistening And I get a way from this town I get a way Play, play, all the children playing And they're laughing, they're laughing But they stop when the cars go by You say stay, so we're all staying And they love it, they love it, They hope that the rain won't Dry. Can I get away from this town I get away, can I Pick the children right up off the streets And take them, with their families And put them in a better place, I can't stand to see that look on a child's Face. Say say, I read every word you're saying And I read it, I read it But that can't happen here The bang, bang, Forty-two shots I read it, I read it, But that can't happen here © André Villoch
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